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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Jul 21, 2010 14:10:06 GMT -5
 IF i COULD FIND you NOW[/color][/font] things would get BETTER• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/color] we could leave this town and run forever[/color][/center] "I really don' know why I'm here. It smells like fish. Fish're disgustin'."
Okay, so Charity was talking to herself. It wasn't like she had anyone else to talk to. She had just been out and about, and somehow she'd wound up on the docks. Maybe she had figured some nice cool, watery air would help clear her head, or maybe she just wanted to see the boats. Either way, it didn't really matter. She was there now, and she kind of didn't want to be. Whatever. She might as well give it a little bit, since she was already there.
Char smothered the impulse to gag on the fish smell and took a breath of the briny air. It actually wasn't that bad, once you got past the smell of fish. So, Charity sat herself down on a large, short post without a boat tied to it, relaxing in the warm sunshine for a few minutes.
It wasn't quite a beach experience, but still, the sound of the water was nice even if it wasn't in the form of waves.
After a few minutes, Charity had to move- the boat that belonged to the post was back, and the captain needed to dock his boat at the post. So, she just started walking around, looking at the boats and whatnot. One boat had a couple guys sorting fish and she wrinkled her nose at that, but other than that, there were a lot of sail boats, shiny white hulls and colorful seats, and flapping sails. Charity would have thought it was all really cool, had she been into the whole boating thing. Still, she thought it might be fun to go out boating. She'd never been boating before, after all.
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Post by hook on Jul 21, 2010 20:43:51 GMT -5
 Jesus fuck, Drake hadn't been out in the water in friggin' FOREVER. he needed some good ol' fashioned fishin' lovin' and he needed it NOW. that dick his mom had been fuckin'; with for a while now had gotten him this kickass boat and he was NOT about to waste it. This lil' catamaran beauty was all his and he'd be damned if he didn't get to go out on the waves whenever the fuck he wanted to.
Walkin' down the briny decks, he knew he had to get a fuckin' MOVE on if he wanted to beat some of those other big game fishin' bastards. He was gonna catch something today, damnit! His tackle box jangled annoyingly in his hand, ready to slut it up for all the fish hangin' out in the waves.
Walkin' out on the docks to his catamaran, he was distracted by a rare thing to see anywhere near the water: a fuckin' SMOKIN' hot hoe. Normally they all steered clear from the docks and the usual creepers that hung around there, so naturally, Drake was eager to seize an opportunity. Fuck fishing, man, he could do that any day. Pickin' up a chick who hung around fishing ports was a better hobby (and DUDE, what if she was like, a legit hooker? THAT WOULD BE SO FUCKING BANGIN'!!)
Walkin' over, he tried to look as cool as possible. carefully holding himself so that hi crippled left hand was safely blocked behind his back. he knew from experience that creepy, crippled hands on a dude were a MAJOR turn-off for hotties.
"Hey, uh, what you doin' round' back here?"
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Jul 22, 2010 0:05:52 GMT -5
IF i COULD FIND you NOW [/color][/font] things would get BETTER• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/color] we could leave this town and run forever[/color][/center] Charity had been standing at the end of the dock, facing out over the water, lost in her thoughts, imagining what it would be like to be out on the open water, where the stagnant smell of fishy water was gone, and the salty air blew in cool breezes over the deck of the boat. Sea mist in the air. It seemed like it would be absolutely divine.
Of course, that was probably nothing like how it really was. The romantic images that always filled the minds of the inexperienced were never at all like how real life is. There's a reason why the hollywood films are all fiction. Or based on a true story. They're never actual documentaries. Ever. Well, except for that one... No, no... Wait. That one had actor and Actress portrayals. Yeah, they were all fake.
Charity actually jumped a little when a voice broke through the silence, making her turn around to face the source of the voice. "Oh, uhm... I was jus' walkin' around, takin' a look a' the boats..." She looked around a little, then noticed the tackle box. She wrinkled her nose a bit, but forced herself to smile, "I'm sorry... Am I in yer way? I was jus' abou'ta leave anywways..." She bit her lip and took a step to the side so that she could walk past the guy who had shown up. She didn't want to get in the way of his fishing. Again, there was a slight wrinkle of her nose at the thought. Ew. Fishing...
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Post by hook on Aug 6, 2010 23:42:03 GMT -5
He eyed her up and down again while he waited for a response. Oh hell yeah, this chick was fine. He could deal with having her around now that Veronica had moved back....wherever. Fuck it, it didn't matter anymore. Here was a smokin' little blonde just hangin' around the docks and he was walkin around without any significant ball and chain. Things were lookin' pretty damn nice.
"Oh, uhm... I was jus' walkin' around, takin' a look a' the boats.... I'm sorry... Am I in yer way? I was jus' abou'ta leave anywways..."
it took a minute for that to sink in for Drake. She was looking at the boats....HE had a boat... HOLY FUCK! What if he took her on his boat? That would like, somehow lead to seeing her tits, right? Oh, fuck yeah. Chicks totally dug boats 'n shit.
"Oh, uh, naw, yer' not in my way or anything. I was just uh, headin' over to my boat. You wanna check her out before you leave? She's a real beaute. It'll be quick and stuff, like, no lie."
He smiled his most "hey, I'm a trustworthy guy wo like, totally isn't going to rape you so you should totally trust me and stuff" smile and then motioned further along the docks, carrying the fishing pole and tackle box and looking back over his shoulder to make sure she was following. |
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Aug 9, 2010 1:05:24 GMT -5
IF i COULD FIND you NOW [/color][/font] things would get BETTER• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/color] we could leave this town and run forever[/color][/center] Oh good, she wasn't in the way. Wait, he had a boat? Of course he had a boat. Why else would anyone be here? They were on a freaking dock. Charity was really the odd one out, considering that she hated all things fish, especially cod. Cod was gross.
She hesitated, "Oh, uhm... I really should be goin'... Uhm..." Of course, he didn't seem to be willing to take 'no' for an answer, as he was walking away, looking back over his shoulder to make sure that she was coming. She bit her lip a little, looked around, then followed along behind him quietly, stepping around a puddle every now and again.
"So... Uhm... Wha' kinda boat d'ya have?" Of course, she knew absolutely nothing about boats, so she was just making conversation. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn' even git yer name. Er.... I'm Charity... Y'are...?" Yeah, so she was being stupid, but that seemed to be happening a lot lately. She needed to go back to Texas. She was such a fish out of water in the city.
When they arrived at the boat, Charity pointed at it a little, "So this's it?" She wasn't diminishing the boat, she was simply observing. She took a step forward, looking a bit closer at the boat, never actually having been on one. She was curious to say the least.
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Post by hook on Aug 22, 2010 0:47:05 GMT -5
Drake strutted down the docks like he owned the place. This was pretty much the best thing to happen in a while, and he wasn't gonna let the opportunity pass him up. Hell, what could be better about the situation? He was takin' some fine lady out on the water in his boat, and he was sure he could sneak in some smoke for this whole shin-dig.
As they passed ship after ship, Drake was al too happy to let the suspense build before he saw that shiny black hull of his baby. His one and only catamaran. Shit, sure it had been a gift from that asshole his mom insisted in referring to as his "step-father", but it was fuckin' sweet. He would be all too happy to live and let live with that dick as long as he kept the bangin' boats comin' easy.
"So... Uhm... Wha' kinda boat d'ya have? Oh, I'm sorry. I didn' even git yer name. Er.... I'm Charity... Y'are...?"
He looked back at her, barely slowing down his pace. He wast gonna let some hoe drag out the time between him and hi boat.
"Oh, y'otta see her, she's a real beaut. She's a nice new catamaran, it just blows everything else outta the water. And I'm Drake. he tried to keep everything conversational because he had discovered over the years that keeping them chatty was usualy the way to get the chicks under your thumb. Of course, that led to the problem of getting them to shut UP later, but he would cross that bridge when he got to it.
Ah, and there she was, his pride and joy, the sleek and sea-worthy ship that had been sadly chained up here at the docks for WAY too long. he couldn't even remember the last time he had unleashed the beast and let her out across the waters, but then again that could have been because of the hash and blunts he had safely packed away below deck on her.
"So this's it?"
"Hell yeah it is, what'd you expect?," he asked, suddenly defensive of his baby. "Hop in" was the next brief command as he started to untie the boat from the mooring. |
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Aug 26, 2010 23:17:36 GMT -5
IF i COULD FIND you NOW [/color][/font] things would get BETTER• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/color] we could leave this town and run forever[/color][/center] Okay, so following probably wasn't the smartest idea, but Charity really could care less right that second. She just needed something to fill her time. And she was a cowgirl, dangit! She could take care of herself, even if she was short and petite. That was no matter- a cowgirl was a cowgirl.
She followed along quietly, letting Drake talk about his boat, and she nodded every now and again sot hat he knew she actually was listening. As he gave his name, she nodded again, "Nice ta meetcha." She stepped to the side, avoiding a small puddle on the dock as she continued to follow Drake to his boat, his 'ship,' as it were. She bit her lip as she hopped over an abnormally large wet spot, then came to a stop behind Drake as he pointed out the boat.
She looked up at him as he asked what she expected, and she shrugged, giving a bit of a sheepish smile, "I dunno, ac'tally. I've never been on a boat b'fore." It was an admission he would probably find shocking, but there wasn't much use in boating when you grew up on a farm in rural Texas. Boats were kind of useless in a landlocked town. There was no use for a boat in a corn field. Unless you were gonna make it into a treehouse or something weird like that.
She bit her lip and took a step back as he told her to get in, "Uhm.... I dunno about that...." Of course, she didn't go far. She still sort of wanted to go for a boat ride, but she wasn't gonna just go with this guy she didn't know.
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Post by hook on Sept 10, 2010 22:10:30 GMT -5
Drake's hands were trembling a little as he untied the thick sailors knots keeping the boat in place. Not only was he a tad nervous about having his glorious and big-boobed boating babe kept secret, but he also had to admit that he was jonesing for a hit, juuuust a tiny bit. He kept his mind cool on the fact that he had his secret stash locked up tight onboard the boat. He just had to get out to sea a little with blondie here and then he would be able to light up without the fear of the police cracking down, or some little tattle tale shithead getting a look and calling the po-po.
dropping the rope where he'd found it, he hopped aboard the boat, breathing in deeply to get a feel for the boat again. God, it was great being on here, with just the keys, a steering wheel with a throttle and big ole' field o' water just waitin' out there to be shredded by his motor.
Yeah. It was damn good to be back on the water and feel the gentle rocking of the boat as the waves gently pattered against the hull. If he had his way with blondie later on then it would be rocking to a different beat then, but for now it was nice.
Speaking of blondie, where the hhell was she? He hoped she hadn't suddenly decided she needed to use the bathroom. He was SO sick of Ronny doing that, getting all the way to the boat and then deciding she just COULDN'T hold her bowels for a while longer and running off to the little ladies room. He couldn't count how many boating trips she'd ruined by pulling that shit.
"Girl, come ON! You can piss later! We gotta go!"he barked, a little exasperated. CHicks were always such pussies when it came to boats. What the hell did they think they were, monsters? IT WAS LIKE A FUCKIN' CAR MADE FOR WATER! THERE AIN'T NOTHIN' WRONG WITH THAT!
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Sept 16, 2010 21:04:24 GMT -5
IF i COULD FIND you NOW [/color][/font] things would get BETTER• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/color] we could leave this town and run forever[/color][/center] Okay, so Charity was starting to get a bad feeling about all of this, but she wouldn't be the fearless cowgirl she was if she just gave in to that. No, she stood there for a moment, debating, talking herself into the boat ride. After all, she'd never actually been on a boating trip, so it would be a new experience. But on the other hand, she didn't particularly know or trust this guy, Drake.
Still, there was the overruling fact that she had never been on a boat. Mostly because they smelled like fish. They always smelled like fish. Cod fish, cat fish, tuna, trout, fish, fish, fish, fish, fish. This one didn't seem to be too much different, but at least this boat was well kept. Or had the appearance of it.
Charity's gaze snapped up from the top of the water as Drake shouted at her. Honestly? Why was he so impatient? It wasn't like the water was going to all dry up in the next minute and a half. "Alrigh', Alrigh', I'm Commin'! Don't git yer britches in a knot..." She shook her head then, scolding herself. Really, she knew better than this, but still, she couldn't particularly help it- she was curious what it was like.
And so, biting her lip and shaking her head as he shouted at her again, she gently hopped off of the dock, landing on the boat. She stood there for a second, almost expecting the thing to capsize completely, like that movie, Poseidon. When it didn't, she relaxed a little, then shook her head at Drake, "Is tha' all ya know how ta do? Yell?"
With that, she carefully made her way away from the edge of the boat, not wanting to fall over the side or something, because that would be horrible. Charity would never go on a boat again if that happened, for sure. For now, she'd just have to wait and see what she thought of it though, because she had a feeling that it wouldn't be all that enjoyable for her. She preferred flying. Always enjoyed flying.
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Post by hook on Sept 18, 2010 22:25:47 GMT -5
"Alrigh', Alrigh', I'm Commin'! Don't git yer britches in a knot..."
Drake rolled his eyes. Sure, bitches always talked big to try and pretend that they were tough, but then they actually were scared of something they sure did take their sweet time doing it. Jesus, he could have gotten an iceberg into the boat faster than this chick was going. Every single step had to take her just a millimeter closer to the dang thing and then she had to be all nervous and stand there STARIN' at the thing for a while.
finally, after what seemed like centuries, the chick hopped in, astounded at the very idea of a boat floating on water. Drake rolled his eyes and gunned the engine, eager to get out into the open water when he heard her voice again.
"Is tha' all ya know how ta do? Yell?"
Drake laughed to himself. Damn. This was one of THOSE girls. The ones that just decided that the minute they got the chance would start heckling him about every little thing. What, did they think they were his fucking mother? It was crazy how many of them tried it, too. "Do you WANT to get lung cancer?" "Drugs are bad!" It was too much.
"I can tell you right now, missy, that I know how to do a hell of a lot more than that, and I'll show you exactly what the minute we get far enough out to sea."
He laughed again, shaking his head to himself, marveling at the insanity of it all. God, this craziness was working him up a hunger, and as he always said, "Why eat sober when you can get high at the same time?"
" Hey, you mind grabbin' some of the brownies from below the deck for me? Feel free to grab some for yerself. I don't care."
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Sept 19, 2010 20:07:20 GMT -5
IF i COULD FIND you NOW [/color][/font] things would get BETTER• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/color] we could leave this town and run forever[/color][/center] Charity rolled her eyes a little, grabbing hold of something to keep herself upright as he gunned the engine. She shook her head a little then tentatively let go of the rope she was holding on to, somehow managing to find her sea legs.
"I can tell you right now, missy, that I know how to do a hell of a lot more than that, and I'll show you exactly what the minute we get far enough out to sea."
She shook her head a little, not wanting to read too much into what he'd said, but at the same time it was just obnoxious. He was one of those guys- the cocky, machismo oriented kind that obviously don't value anything outside of their own needs. She was already starting to doubt her decision to come on this boat outing, after all, it was going to be a long afternoon if he just decided he was going to order her around and-
"Hey, you mind grabbin' some of the brownies from below the deck for me? Feel free to grab some for yerself. I don't care."
Really? He was going to have her fetching things for him? Damn. She should've just stayed on the dock. Still, with a sigh, she carefully made her way down below deck, stumbling a little here and there as the boat would rock a little. Finally though, she found the brownies. She broke off a little piece of one, took a bite, then wrinkled her nose. They tasted... Off. And they smelled kind of funny. But whatever- she just wouldn't eat them herself.
She grabbed a paper plate that she found and tossed a couple of the odd smelling brownies on it unceremoniously before she went back to toss the plate down in front of Drake. "Here."
In a quiet sort of huff, she went and sat down, mumbling something to herself about feeling seasick, and not liking boats already. Then there was the added bonus of the fact that she felt like she was mildly out of her mind. There must have been something wrong with those brownies. Maybe the eggs were bad or something... Or the flour. Or something. There had to be something that had gone bad in them, because Brownies shouldn't make you feel light-headed. Not normal brownies anyways.
Gosh, Charity was a lightweight when it came to pot brownies apparently. Then again, she weighed next to nothing- her body mass was small because she was so short and petite. Heck, that little bite of Brownie could do some serious damage on someone like Charity.
She just.... needed to focus on one thing at a time. At the moment, it was not getting sea sick, since Charity was not a sea-faring woman apparently.
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Post by hook on Oct 16, 2010 16:31:51 GMT -5
Drake was actualy surprised that the chick went to look for his shit Itwasn't often that he actually got girls to do something for him. If it had been Vee he would have had to duck to avoid the flying shoe that would inevitably come hurtling at him for even THINKING that she would get up just for him.
Hell, he could get used to this.
The sun was just starting to head down o the horizon, and in an hour or so it would be dusk, the perfect time for a little inconspicuous screwing or a quick blow-job on-board without anyone interrupting. If they waited too late then the Sound police would totally come in to bust their balls, and what kinda' 'tards fucked while the sun was still up?
As the girl (Charity?) dropped the plate in front of hi, Drake smirked, grabbing one for himself. Damn, he really needed to get some cash. he couldn't stand goin' so long sober and just waiting for the weekends to get a treat like this. He was sure that Boss Puck would give him whatever he needed if he could come up with the cash for it.
Scarfing down his first, Drake shut down the boat's engine. Fuck it, they were far enough out at sea that no one would bother 'em if they started getting it on. No biggie.
leaning against the railing next to Charity, he smirked. She was starting to look a little loopy, which was always a good sign. God had really been a genius when he made chicks get hammered before guys did. it was like, the ultimate way to get some boning sessions in with chicks that didn't involve actually having them like you.
"So... you got a boyfriend or whatever?"
He figured that if he an the risk of getting in some fucked up fight with a guy over this chick he might as well know about it now. And hell, if she didn't then this might turn into return service. |
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Nov 26, 2010 16:52:38 GMT -5
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Charity bit her lip, watching the water as it slowly lapped against the edge of the boat, making the shiny black boat rock ever so slightly on the water. That wasn't exactly helping her sort things out. Geeze, it was like her brain function had been stuck into peanut butter. She couldn't think- it was all really slow. And for some reason, things were getting fuzzier. The water was losing its defined edge, and she couldn't hardly see any of the little waves that coated the surface of the water. Blinking to clear away the fuzz, Charity bit her lip, looking over at Drake as he leaned against the railing next to her. Currently, she was clinging to it like it was her only connection to survival, her knuckles white.
It took her a second or two to realize that she had been asked a question. She took a moment to take a deep breath and clear her head enough to answer. She opened her mouth, turning her face so she was looking at him, but suddenly the words left her. Instead, she just nodded, attempting again to come up with the words, "Yeeeeah.... I have a boyfriend..... Braxtonnn...." She furrowed her brow at how oddly unintelligible she sounded. She still made sense, but she was slurring her words a little, sort of like how the ranch hands were after they'd been drinking. Just, on a much smaller scale.
She finally released the rail, grumbling something about water. And funny smelling brownies. She stumbled a little as the boat tipped, throwing her off balance easily because she was so concerned with the fact that she couldn't think right, and she was thirsty. She caught herself up against the rail again, grumbling to herself, "Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.... Not getting waterrr....." She blinked a little, shaking her head, looking over at Drake again, "What the heeeell was in those thingssss?" She almost sounded like she was going to be sick, even though she was trying her best not to be.
Really, there had to be something wrong with those brownies. It was the only explanation for this. And this was freaking Charity out, to be completely honest.
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Post by hook on Dec 12, 2010 22:04:56 GMT -5
Drake bit into the brownie, happily letting the endorphins or whatever the fuck pot had in it work its way through his system. Shit, he had really needed this, and the fact that he had such a fine little lady on board made the whole situation all the better. Of course, the pot wouldn't work for a while and it had been a HELL of a long time since one little bite could make him anything more than a little less hungry. By his guess, he would have to work his way through a few more brownies before anything actually worked for him. Damn built up immunity.
Watching the little cowgirl or whatever it was that accent made her, he couldn't help but laugh. Someone certainly hadn't ingested any mary jane in a while. She was already giving off tell-tale signs of tripping balls and she had just had a few bites of one, although he guessed that might have had something to do with the fact that she was so small. Less room for the drug to go and all that. It probly wasn't that good that she was hanging so close to the railing though. The last thing he wanted was to have to go diving into the admittedly grody Sound waters to pick up some drugged out of her mind Southern Bell.
"Yeeeeah.... I have a boyfriend..... Braxtonnn...."
Drake snorted to himself. Everything else she said was a little fuzzy to him, but that sentence surely stuck out. hell, she thought she was getting anywhere with that royal dickhead? She had another thing coming. It wasn't exactly a secret that the guy was one of the many hoes that had set up shop at Baum. He breifly wondered whether he would get any action if he broke her high little heart, but then decided that hell, it didn't matter. If she decided she wanted to get back at her boyfriend then it would probably help the situation out.
"I wouldn't count on that whole boyfriend thing, darlin'," he said, conversationally, lounging on the rail of the boat and cocking his head as he looked at her. The boat was cruising pretty smoothly now and there wasn't anyone around. If they wanted to get down and dirty, now would be the time.
"I hate to break this to ya', but he's not exactly the most faithful guy around, what with his gaggle of girls and all..."
That would be enough, right? Just enough of a teaser to get her interested, and then he could spring the trap. Shit, this was easier than her thought. Seduction was a fuckin' BREEZE. |
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Dec 24, 2010 0:29:32 GMT -5
IF i COULD FIND you NOW [/color][/font] things would get BETTER• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/color] we could leave this town and run forever[/color][/center] Charity looked over at Drake as he seemed to laugh at her statement. Did he think she couldn't have a boyfriend? Then he gave an explanation. Did Brax not tell her something? A look of complete hurt "What? What are you sayinggg....? She closed her eyes to try and stop the thoughts, biting her lip, "What gaggle of girllls?" She swallowed hard then as the thought crossed her mind, 'Is Braxton cheating on me? No, he wouldn't. He said he cared about me. He said he would never hurt me.'
Charity shook her head, "No, no.... He lovesss me. He wouldn't do that to me....." She tried to sound sure, confident, but her voice wavered. Whether that was because she felt like she was going to be sea-sick or because she really wasn't sure at all, she didn't know. "No, he wouldn't. He wouldn't....." She finally let go of the rail then to sink down to the floor of the deck, sighing a little.
Finally, after a long moment, she looked up at Drake, "What should I dooo....?" She looked thoroughly confused, and completely hurt. She had already thought that Braxton had cheated on her once, but having it brought up again, this time by a stranger she'd never met, only seemed to confirm her fears. Maybe Braxton really didn't love her.
[/font][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] tagged !? drake
outfit !? see the picture
words !? some number
credit cazza @ caution 2.0
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